So I let my heart get frozen/To keep away the rot/My father said I’m chosen/My mother said I’m not/I listened to their story/Of the/Gypsies and the Jews/It was good, it wasn’t boring/It was almost like the blues
from Almost Like the Blues lyrics by Leonard Cohen
Thin slices of contradiction followed by unnerving pangs of guilt. The percussion follows dutifully as he strolls along. Once again the muses keep him and his misery company with shouts of testimony. Not quite the blues, no, but enough wretched heartache to bring it damn-near close.
